14. Chapter 14 #2
Despite some of the wild things I’ve written about, I have never had sex in public.
The closest I’ve come was having a mini-orgasm on the dance floor against a boyfriend’s leg back in college while we were dirty dancing.
But the thought of being totally exposed while this big man rails me is making something flame up inside my gut.
And I’m pretty sure it’s not indigestion. Nope, it’s desire.
I cast one more glance around. We’re on the far end of the island, and our cottages are relatively secluded in this location. That doesn’t lessen the thrill of public sex, and I find myself nodding. “It turns me on a lot.”
A smile creeps across Reno's full lips, and the next thing I know, he’s on his knees and my romper is tossed to the side.
How the hell does he do that without me noticing? Is he some kind of undressing wizard? Does he have a Harry Potter-esque get-the-girl-naked spell that makes clothing disappear? Like corpus revelio! And poof… you’re naked.
“Fuck. You are exquisite.” Those words pull me from my weird wizard thoughts, and I look down at the man who is eyeing me up and down.
His hands trail down my sides. Not hesitantly, but the touch is soft.
Almost reverent. Those green eyes have fire in them when he looks up at my face. “You are a goddess, dream girl.”
I can’t even reply because Reno is pressing worshipful kisses against my stomach, and my skin feels tingly with each caress of his lips.
Big hands cup my breasts over my bra as he rubs his face against my belly.
Even though he was clean-shaven at dinner, I can feel the hint of whiskers roughing my flesh and setting my skin afire.
There’s nothing I can do but bury my hands in that soft hair while he continues worshipping my body.
Again, he does that magical thing where my bra disappears, and my nipples pucker at the exposure to the cool sea breeze that swirls around us.
He warms them with his palms, but the tips only grow tighter—needier—and I groan into the dark night.
“Your tits are fucking amazing, dream girl.” He thumbs both tips. “Such pretty pink nipples. So responsive.”
“Take your shirt off,” I demand. “I deserve some eye candy too.”
With a soft laugh, he undoes the single button he had fastened on his shirt.
He’s apparently not using his undressing spell on himself because he pulls it off slowly, teasingly, exposing his tanned skin inch by inch to my wanton gaze.
He drops the pink polo haphazardly onto the pile of my clothes and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Better?”
I drift a hand over his bare shoulder, feeling the muscles ripple at my touch. “Oh yeah. Mama likey,” I drawl.
His big hands grip my waist, and he leans forward, taking my left nipple into his mouth. It’s hot and wet, his tongue swirling slowly around and around the peak. Then he sucks hard, and my lungs seize as the sensation travels down my body and directly to my pussy.
Driving my hands into his hair, I let the silky strands slide between my fingers as he moans around me. “Fuck, baby. This pretty little nipple is getting so hard for me.” He laps at it, closing his eyes as the rigid peak rubs against his tongue.
I slide my foot between his legs and nudge the top of it against his crotch. His eyes pop open, and I bite my bottom lip. “Seems like you’re just as hard for me, big guy.” And I do mean big.
“Yeah, no shit,” he mutters, kissing his way to my other breast. “I think I could poke a hole through this porch right now.” While he blesses the right nipple with the same attention as he did the left, I press the top of my foot firmly against him.
He grinds, and I can feel the rock-like length of him.
Trailing my fingers down his neck and over his shoulders, I smile when goosebumps follow the path.
Okay, maybe I’m also smiling because my tit is in Reno Swain’s mouth, and he’s gone all vacuum cleaner on me, sucking so hard my nipple will be sore tomorrow.
With a graze of his teeth, I shudder, and his gaze rises to mine to gauge my reaction.
“Feels so good,” I assure him, cupping his face so I can feel the hollowing of his cheeks.
Reno finally pulls back with one last flick of his tongue over the diamond my nipple has become, and he surveys his handiwork. “I think I’ve cleared the north forty. Time to get started down south,” he tells me with a cocky grin.
“Definitely… needs some attention… down there,” I pant, almost feral to feel his hot mouth between my legs.
He takes his damn time getting there, exploring my torso with lips and tongue, sucking and licking and kissing my damp flesh until I want to scream at him to get to work on the south forty. Now.
When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he drags his nose over the ivory lace of my panties and hums. “Fuck, dream girl. You smell exactly how a woman should smell. Sweet and soft.” He inhales deeply and meets my eyes in the sliver of moonlight that reaches us on the porch. “And so goddamn aroused.”
Seriously.
Almost came.
Reno hooks his fingers into the hips of my panties and works them down, steadying me as I step out of them, one foot at a time. Then he holds the flimsy fabric against his nose and breathes me in, his eyes closing in reverence.
“Mmm, can I keep these?”
I’m a little stunned. No one has ever asked me that before. Sure, guys have winked cheekily and stuffed my panties into their pockets before, but no one has ever asked . I don’t know why, but I find that incredibly hot and endearing at the same time.
“Y-you can keep them,” I stammer, and I’m surprised once again when he folds them neatly and tucks them into his pants pocket.
“Good. I want to have something to hold when I get back home and jack off to thoughts of the first time I ever tasted you. ”
Sweet Jesus on a pogo stick. This man…
All thoughts of panties and jacking off are brushed away when he grabs my right leg and slings it over his shoulder.
I press my palms against the door for balance as he lowers his face.
The first swipe of his tongue is against my inner thigh, and he makes a small noise of approval in his throat before licking the other side.
And then he turns his attention to where I need him. He hits the money spot on the first try, and my fingers curve against the glass. Smiling wickedly up at me, he does it again.
“Tell me how you would write this scene, dream girl,” he commands.
“I, oh, um.” He licks me up my center again, and I shudder. “You expect me to know actual words when you’re doing that?”
Reno’s chuckle is steamy against my pussy. “Just do your best.” Then he plunges his tongue inside me, face pressed into me like he’s attempting to fuse himself to me.
My brain works to find the words as he begins moving his tongue in and out. I focus on his mouth, his hands, his noises.
“I’m spread wide, one leg over Reno’s broad shoulder as he dips his head to my sex.” I inhale and let out a heaving breath. “His tongue is firm and hot when he slides it into me and grips my ass with one hand. Then he tongue-fucks me. Slowly.”
I reach my hand down and continue narrating what he’s doing to me.
“My hand slides into his hair as he takes his time, tasting me like I’m his last meal.
I know what he’s doing… why he’s not rushing.
He’s drawing my orgasm to the surface with each thrust of his tongue inside my pussy.
Then he’s going to make me explode all over his sexy mouth. ”
He growls against me, and the vibrations only push me higher.
“I’m so close already, and all I want to do is grind my pussy against Reno’s face until I come.
” My voice is softer, a little strained.
“I wish I knew what he was thinking right now. If he likes how I taste. If his cock is as talented as his tongue.”
He slowly slides his tongue from me and looks up. I can already see my wetness slicking his lips. Then he takes over the narration in his deep rasp.
“Reno’s new favorite meal is Juliette’s pussy. She tastes even sweeter than the wine they had at dinner.” He takes a long lick from my hole to my clit. “He could savor her for hours, but he also wants to bury his very talented cock inside her until she screams herself hoarse.”
His grin is cheeky as he drifts a hand up and down my thigh resting on his shoulder.
“She has the longest, sexiest legs he’s ever seen, and he plans to wear them as a belt while he fucks into her tight little pussy.
But first, he needs to give some serious attention to that throbbing little clit that’s just begging for his mouth. ”
“Yes,” I agree instantly, and he flashes me a knowing smile before diving back in.
This time he’s not fucking around. His tongue alternates between long laps and tiny flicks against my most sensitive area, and I grip his hair tighter.
My hips jerk back and forth as his slight scruff provides the most delicious friction against the lips of my sex.
“Come on, dream girl. Give it up for me,” he growls between licks, and my back arches off the glass door behind me.
“Fuck. About to come,” I push out as his lips wrap around my clit. He sucks, and I’m suddenly attached to a bungee cord, being pulled down, down, down until the rubber is stretched to its limit.
Then the tension releases, and I’m flying, soaring up into the clouds at warp speed. Higher than I’ve ever flown before. I’m not usually a screamer, but his name rips from my throat as I grind shamelessly against his face. “Reno. Oh god, yes.”
The man is a master of oral sex, knowing exactly when to lick harder and when to soften his strokes against my sensitive flesh. His tongue is a gentle caress as I come down from the high of my orgasm.
Helping me to lower my leg to the ground, Reno supports my weight until my knees remember how to be knees. I don’t normally come from oral alone. I usually need some accompanying finger action to get me there .
“Wow. That was definitely not your first rodeo,” I pant, and he laughs before giving me a final soft kiss between my legs.
“Must be beginner’s luck or something,” he teases. “Maybe you’ll let me practice on you some more.”
“I suppose I could make that sacrifice,” I tease back.
Pushing to his feet, he swipes a hand over his chin and steps closer to me. He really is the perfect specimen, and I’m not just talking about physically. A man who can make you laugh and make you come? Yes, please .
My heart thuds as I loop my arms over his shoulders. It’s too bad we can’t pursue anything outside of a vacation fling, but it would never work.
Because it would break my cardinal rule: Absolutely no relationships with a hockey player. Period.